Category: looking forward

I remember standing on the deck of my parents’ beach house where I was living at the time, staring off into the distance. The only thing I wanted was to get a better job. One where I earned decent money. One where I could move closer to home, closer to my nephew and niece who were still growing inside each of my sisters’ bellies. One where I could legitimately start my life as a working man, back on the grid.

I got everything I wished for. And more.

A new nephew, a new niece, godfather to both. A new job, a new location. New furniture, some new friends.